Kamaskera, Kamaskera The Makers Anvil

We gather at the forge tonight
To name the thing that carries light
To name the thing that carries light
We hold the hammer, hold the song
The making has been ours for long
The making has been ours for long

The iron heats, the bellows swell
The voice goes in before the bell
Four mouths, one breath, the metal turns
And what we sing into it burns

What chain of voices forged this line
From keeper unto keeper's sign
What shoulder bore the anvil's weight
And passed the tongs from great to great

The stars looked down upon the strike
They did not intervene alike
They held their fire and held their rain
And let the makers bear the strain

And from the selfsame forge there came
A gentler thing without a name
It wore no stripe, it cast no shade
But from the identical fire was made

So ask the fire what it knows
It answers every shape it chose
The fierce, the mild, the bright, the small
One forge, one flame, one breath for all

One breath for all
One breath for all

One breath for all
One breath for all

One breath for all